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...Blades
By SolApathy
A work inspired by Snuffed Out
My blanket of blades
This bed I made
Bloodied by sins envisioned within
I wrap tightly
Nightly
Scars of the morning melancholy mood
No one sees as I barely make it through
Withdrawal as I don’t feel the blades digging in
Feeling naked under these long sleeves hiding my sin
Even these sleeves can’t hide blood seeping pleas
I languish in the pale warmth of sunset skies
Reflections of the sun across this blade
I draw upon my skin a serenade
Thoughts of desperation as I dream of someone I can’t save
My blade is my drug
My love
You can never take her from me
I’m in the solitude of sorrows, driven
My cuts can never be forgiven
This bed I made
Bloodied by sins envisioned within
I wrap tightly
Nightly
Scars of the morning melancholy mood
No one sees as I barely make it through
Withdrawal as I don’t feel the blades digging in
Feeling naked under these long sleeves hiding my sin
Even these sleeves can’t hide blood seeping pleas
I languish in the pale warmth of sunset skies
Reflections of the sun across this blade
I draw upon my skin a serenade
Thoughts of desperation as I dream of someone I can’t save
My blade is my drug
My love
You can never take her from me
I’m in the solitude of sorrows, driven
My cuts can never be forgiven
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Sunday, November 12, 2017.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
...As I cut one last time I understand now that love was my crime...Comments on "...Blades "
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On Sunday, November 12, 2017, AmethystAsh
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I found this almost painful to read. Yet beautifully dark. ~Ash
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On Sunday, November 12, 2017, Drea
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This drips with darkness. I am glad I could even provide the smallest drop of inspiration for this. I will keep this.
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